| I am a lonely visitor.
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| I came to late to cause a stir,
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| Though I campaigned all my life
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| towards that goal.
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| I hardly slept the night you wept
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| Our secret’s safe and still well kept
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| Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
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| Even Richard Nixon has got
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| Soul.
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| Traffic cops are all color blind.
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| People steal from their own kind.
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| Evening comes to early for a stroll.
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| Down neon streets the streaker streaks.
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| The speaker speaks,
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| but the truth still leaks,
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| Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
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| Even Richard Nixon has got it,
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| Soul.
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| The podium rocks in the crowded waves.
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| The speaker talks of the beautiful saves
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| That went down long before
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| he played this role
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| For the hotel queens and the magazines,
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| Test tube genes and slot machines
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| Where even Richard Nixon got soul.
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| Even Richard Nixon has got it,
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| Soul.
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| Hospitals have made him cry,
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| But there’s always a free way in his eye,
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| Though his beach just got
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| too crowded for his stroll.
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| Roads stretch out like healthy veins,
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| And wild gift horses strain the reins,
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| Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
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| Even Richard Nixon has got
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| Soul.
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| I am a lonely visitor.
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| I came to late to cause a stir,
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| Though I campaigned all my life
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| towards that goal. |